If you'd like some, let me put it in a bowl for you, alright?

[It should be safe, right...? Jane thinks briefly on what she knows dogs on Earth can't eat (chocolate, onions, and garlic) and figures it should be fine to share a little bit of her concoction. She sets the Rockruff on her feet but keeps a hold on her.]

But I can only do that if you promise to sit tight. Can you do that for me?